The screech of the bell woke jump-started me.
I looked around the classroom with hazy, half-open eyes. People were packing up. The teacher gave me the usual glare- get out of my class now. It was a fun game we played every other day. So just like every day, I stuffed my hair back under my hood, grabbed my backpack, and stumbled out into the hall, trying to keep up with the rest of my freshmen year.
And somehow I made it next to my boyfriend Josh. He grabbed my waist and led me away from the rest of our classes and straight to his shitty old car. Right where I wanted to be.
We sped down the freeway with his blown-out speakers rattling and the bass shaking the seats. He passed me his cart and I could feel the high taking over. Welcome to the wonderful mix of Xanax and bud.
Hours later I opened the door and smoke spilled out. It was one hell of a hotbox. I skipped over the cracks in the driveway and stumbled to the front door. My hair was everywhere I could tell. I poorly attempted to fix it so no one asked questions. Where the fuck did I leave my key?
I pounded on the door, "mom, open up!" she was probably still at work and I guarantee dad was on the couch, passed out into another dimension. Josh honked. I was shocked that he was still there. So I walked back to his car and we went to his house.
Josh's parents have never approved of me. Some could say its the three year age gap. They think I fuel his drug use. But you have to respect the group effort on that one. But they've never denied me of staying in their home for a night or two. We ran up the stairs, locked the door, and the rest is a secret. l
3 years later…
To anyone who reads these, dont worry, the chapters absolutely will not be this short. This is more some background to set up the story, to see if you guys like it at all. Please let me know!